Jeyne,

"What do you mean that my uncle is dead?" Jeyne's eyes enlarged upon hearing this news from her husband. She hugged him, as he stood in front of her, and he embraced her back in his strong arms. Jeyne couldn't image it - he was always so strong, even in his elderly age. How could he have died so soon and so suddenly for that? Jeyne remembered times of joy and laughter with him, as he took her out hunting for beautiful monarch butterflies that gently roamed the fertile lands of the Vale. She remembered Elbert, in all of his glory, with that insufferable grin on his face, as Jon took them out hawking for the first time. Her hawk had been named Charity, and she was a beautifully graceful little thing. She remembered it well, as it sore in the bright blue sky, her and brother's laughter upon seeing it sore, and sore, until she called it back. It had landed on her arm without starching a single piece of flesh on her body, which she liked. Jeyne also remembered him reading a book to her about Duncan and Egg as a child - it was a fanciful tale, no doubt, but it was based off of a legit Targaryen King though. Aegon V, the weakling, she remembered, he was the one that went and accidentally caused the destruction of his House by allowing his children to forgo their promised maids and lords to go after their own desires, like selfish children they were. Stannis considered that kind of parenting out of a committed father to be poor, considering a father had to tough on their children when they were being disobedient. He also said that Aegon failed in his duties to the realm, to his House, to the people he wanted to protect, by allowing his children's disobedience to go unpunished like it did.

He nodded, before Jeyne saw her. It was a hooded small girl wearing an emerald colored cloak of House Baratheon following besides Stannis - it also had golden sparkles embroiled into it's soft fabric. She couldn't see the girl's face, but she could see the luxurious raven-colored mane underneath the little girl's hoodie. The little girl also wore a rather simple emerald colored dress that fell delicately down to her knees, and she could see the girl worn clear worn in boots underneath the fabric of her dress. When the girl looked up, she saw that she had the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen besides for the eyes of her own babies, and the girl had a heart-shape face, which reminded her so very much of Jocelyn. She also had tiny freckles upon her face, which only added to her sweet, childish loveliness. Her body still retained some baby fat, considering her full cheeks and her figure was slightly large, but nothing to frown down on. Indeed, she would be considered a beauty by most, given that the child was basically what a younger Robert would appear to look like if he were a female. She saw no trace of her Lannister mother anywhere on her facial features.

"Father had sent me to Storm's End on the eve of my brother Joffrey's engagement to Lady Margery Tyrell." Myrella responded, with a smile adoring face; Jeyne would note her smile had dimples and was oddly remensect that reminded her so much of a young Robert. Indeed, she had his look - and Cersei's own beauty was nowhere to be seen in the girl's face. Even though she did have something of Cersei's, only one minor thing really, she had Cersei's facial shape. That was the only thing Cersei gave to the child, and she was all the more beautiful for it. As for Cersei's reaction on this, she could only suffice that Cersei was about ready to strangle Robert in his sleep for taking her only daughter away from her and Into their care, even though Jeyne wasn't sure if Cersei really cared for the child, given the coldness and the distant between them that was so prevalent that she herself could see it. It was really that bad, really. She felt horridly sorry for the little Princess Mycrella, to be stuck in such a cold climate with that woman.

She immediately stared at her husband. "How did Cersei respond to this?" Jeyne knew that Cersei would be so very furious at the fact that they basically took a hold of her only daughter. Indescribably furious. She could hardly image it, but she did like imaging how puffed up and red Cersei would get over this supposed 'abduction' of her daughter made by her arch nemesis. She didn't really care for the Queen Consort all that much and she knew somewhat of Cersei's own irrational hatred towards herself. She use to worry that she'd get poisoned by Cersei, or that some faceless man would murder her in her own bed for the crime of interacting with Cersei's wroth temper. Or likely, nothing would happen, considering she hadn't do anything in the last century to her. She had rather suspected it had to do with her uncle's influence rather than her own, that kept her safe all of those years from the Queen hand. Now that Jon Arryn was gone from this world, she wasn't so sure that she was safe from the Queen's wrath now, which rather worried her.

"Not well, I'd assume." Stannis shrugged, as the girl was holding his hand, with a bright smile on her face.

"I don't care what my mother says about me being here to be honest " She stated, with a rather sullen expression on her face . "But regardless of that, I'm here to meet Davos, my current Fiance, as I'm to be the Lady of Storm's End someday and I best get antiquated with my Lord, like what papa told me to do." She smiled her all dimpled smile once again. Jeyne noted that she was a rather smiley one, but that just served to make her look cute and sweet, considering the dimple on her cheeks. She also looked like a well-adjusted young girl through; her eyes sparkled with a great deal of intelligence.

Myrcella was her father's favorite child by far out of the three children of Robert's - or so she heard from her Lord husband. Although, admittedly Jeyne had see Robert's favoritism towards her herself; Robert always sat the little girl on his lap when she was but a wee lass, was known for cuddling the infant Myrcella, and even enjoyed the sounds of her soft giggles as a babe, for she did what none of Cersei's other children did before her, she loved him as an infant. Tommen and Joffrey cried when placed in his arms, and thus he ignored them, for Robert wanted to be loved. She knew that Robert wanted it, but she felt that he was as utterly selfish as Cersei was; he was a wine-sodden drunk, a horrible husband that disgraced his own Queen wife with his whoring.. or even according to some rumors, beat his own queen when she disappointed him. That was not the kind of man Jeyne wanted to be married too, not by a long shot, and she was glad she was with Stannis. He never drunk, never hit her, nor whored - no, he was extremely loyal and kindly to her and the three youngsters that they had together produced, and she adored him for it.

"Myrcella, you remind me so very much of Robert." Jeyne couldn't help herself, but she said it in good taste. The girl was such a lovely little specimen, of all things, that she believed it to be a compliment to be compared to him. In least in terms of looks, that is. As a person, Robert needed some work. He needed to get over Lyanna Stark first and foremost, she was dead and not coming back; and besides, this kind of mourning that Robert was doing was unhealthy towards his and Cersei's relationship. It would break their marriage into tiny pieces, if it didn't already. She mourned her own brother of course, but she didn't do it at the expense of her family though, and nor did she want too. She hoped that Robert moved on from Lyanna someday and find actual love with his own wife Cersei, but somehow, she doubted that it could happen now. It was ten years too late for such an occurrence to happen, but she hoped Cersei wasn't suffering too much because of him, if the rumors about what he did to her were indeed true.

"Mum says that too, but she doesn't seem happy about it. But everyone else says I'm pretty, including pappy. He once gave me a vase full of beautiful Blue Roses from the Wall, and said I was as beautiful as them." Jeyne's eyes about widened upon hearing that confession from the child; weren't those Lyanna Stark's favorite kind or flowers? Though she

wouldn't burden the girl with that information. She didn't want Myrcella to know what she thought - that Robert was replacing his dream lady of Lyanna with his beloved daughter Myrcella. That was such a unhealthy to do to a child, she simply couldn't bear the thought of it. That he cared for the idea of Lyanna, so much, that he'd start daydreaming about Lyanna within Myrcella. She wondered if he did things similarly when he looked upon Arya Stark or even her own rebellious daughter, of whom hated the idea of her getting married - a thing she damn would do, if it was the last thing Jeyne had to force on her. Her daughter had no awareness that if she didn't get married to her current fiance than she'd be basically be breaking an alliance between them and the North - Jeyne took the notion of allies and vows seriously as it was, and Jocelyn's personal opinions didn't matter on the subject. She'd someday get married and produce Stark offspring to her own Lordly husband, Robb Stark. End of story.

Her husband seemed to realize what exactly she said considering he stepped in for her at the very last moment upon seeing her facial, much to her own eternal relief. "Let's go see my son, shall we, my Princess?"

"That is if you can find him, Stannis." She smirked, watching them go. He gave her a rather half-hearted smile at that. That boy of there's, he was a shy one, always hiding up in his room or somewhere else for that matter. It would be a miracle if they found him. But than again, her daughter could find him. She could find him no matter where he was, given the nature of their relationship, but she wasn't sure if the girl would help them or not. She was off fencing with her teacher that Stannis found whilst on a business trip to Pentoshi. He was teaching how to duel, a popular Pentoshi pastime, and besides, the girl had begged Stannis with a feverous determination for a sword's person to train her in some self-defence practice. It was only proper that a Baratheon lady learn the art of self-defence, given that the rest of the Marchers loved to war, and besides, she was a strong, healthy young woman as it was. It wouldn't hurt her to learn, even though someday she'd have to be a good lady to her Lord husband.

Cersei Lannister,

"How could you give our daughter up to Stannis?" Cersei felt like roaring at her husband's folly, as he sat there drinking like fool. Indeed, he never listened to her, never, not after she warned him on such a folly, not after she warned him on how bad it would be that Stannis would have a hostage against them in her form. Now, her own personal opinion on the girl is that she looked, smelled, and acted too much like Robert for her own liking, even despite her own fragile beauty... it made Cersei feel nauseous, even holding the girl, even knowing who's daughter she truly was. She wasn't a love child, no, not like her prized sons, no she was the product of duty brought forth by Jeyne Arryn and her raven-haired troop. Honestly, she hated and despised Myrcella's pregnancy most of all for that reason alone, that the sperm to create her very being is truly Robert's. She knew, because she had to resist Jaime's grasp for that nauseating sex between her and her own Kingly husband, a man she hated. She hated him, all of him - he raped her In his supposed drunken stupor, and it was highly likely that Myrcella was a product of one of those unfortunate encounters between herself and her own Kingly husband. It likely explained her own indifference regarding her own daughter, she could care less about someone of Roberts own blood

"Because woman, I said so." That drunken oaf of a King said, as he drunk more out of his cups.

"You may as well have handed them leverage over us! Do you not care about that?" Cersei demanded. She knew it was rather unbecoming of her to talk to him like this, given that he was King, and she but a mere Queen Consort, but he was such a bloody dullard. A dullard with no self-awareness on how important Myrcella was. Myrcella could've been used for a number of things, but not as a bloody hostage to Lord Stannis the Dour One.

"She's not a hostage to Stannis, she's a guest at Storm's End and besides, I like Stannis's pretty little daughter, she'd make a good friend for Myrcella." He shrugged. Yes, that girl, she could be used to booster Joffrey's own claim upon the throne, if only Robert had an inkling of an idea what they could gain from such an marriage... She'd give him proper raven-haired children, solidify his reign in the name of the Gods, and produce trueborn Baratheon offspring. That way, the entire Kingdom would have no doubts on Joffrey's legitimacy. But no, he choice to do this. He was giving them power, more and more of it, by forcing that insufferable marriage down his brother's throat. She had no doubts on his love of Starks, given the current marriages proposals that he and Jon Arryn had created - but the fact that he was giving his brother alliances with the North and the Riverlands was a completely and utterly unacceptable. It would only led to her ruin, and she was almost entirely powerless to stop it, which infuriated her beyond belief. She hated feeling so utterly helpless like this.

She frowned. Her husband was utterly blind not to see the obvious in front of his eyes. "Your just giving them more power, Robert. Do you not see that? With their marriage contract between Robb Stark and Jocelyn Baratheon, you rewarded your brother with the combined assistance of the Starks and the Tully's for it's worth. Not to mention, the engagement between Steffon and Sansa Stark, Ned Stark's daughter, just serves to reward the Starks and by extension, the North, with even more power and influence. I think it would be better if Joffrey married Jocelyn, if you will, it'd reward Lord Stannis for his efforts during Balon's rebellion. Besides, whom wouldn't want their daughter to be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms?" And besides, she's young enough to be influenced by me. Cersei wanted to make sure that they had a conduit in the case the Stormland House of Baratheon did anything unworthy with the powers that abide them, considering their rather duplex claim to the Throne itself. It would be unwise to leave them unsupervised in their excesses, for any amount of time, for they may turn into the next Blackfyres if they weren't careful about whom they trusted in the long run. But besides that, she wanted a hostage from Jeyne Arryn, and whom better was it than her own sweet little daughter? She was the youngest of the three, and thus, more likely to be influenced by her than any one of her three shites.

"I said no to that request of yours several times now, woman" He frowned. "Jocelyn is to marry Robb Stark and she's to be his Lady, even though I was slightly intrigued enough to put her with Willas Tyrell instead of him due to what Jon Arryn had to say on the matter. But alas, the boy was already promised to someone else, and Robb was available for marriage - and besides, he's about her age, and I want some Baratheon blood running through the Starks own." That no doubt was about Lyanna, the one he wanted to marry, now wasn't it? She hated the Starks, the infernal fools that Robert loved - he'd cover everything with wolf coats, if it were up to him, due to that dead woman Lyanna. Lyanna everything was on this simpleton's mind, everything, and it made Cersei hate her with a incredible passion, even now.

"Why not put Lord Robb with Myrcella instead of Jocelyn?" That was a perfectly reasonable request out of her considering, he'd get everything he wanted out of that agreement. Baratheon blood runs as clear as deep red blood through Myrcella, and not to mention, Jof could potentially make Robb Stark Hand of the King someday due to a kinship between them. It would serve her interests as well as his, to make Myrcella the Lady of Winterfell rather than the Lady of Storm's End whilst Jocelyn got to fulfil her purpose as Joffrey's wife and mother to his heirs

"I like my nephew. He's worthy enough to handle my sweet little blue rose, and I want to keep Myrcella nearby, as it is. It would make me a happy man to know that she was happy, at least with her Lordly husband." He sighed, drinking more.

"You think Robb Stark's worthy enough of Jocelyn though." She tilted her head at that. As for what he thought about Myrcella… She believed that he was trying to make her into his next Lyanna, and she'd fight him on it, with her Lioness claws ready and engaged if need be. Actually, she was considering on murdering him now, so that Joffrey might take control of the House and thus, be able to do whatever he wanted. She was glad, when he choice to dispose of that rather tedious marriage disposal, as it was. He was infatuated by the girl, so it wouldn't be much of a problem to convince him to command Robb Stark to do so. It also wouldn't be much of a problem to convince Jocelyn to join him at court, given that she was a naïve child. She was sure that Jeyne Arryn would be secretly be dreading her daughter's apprenticeship here under her own strict thumb, a fact she'd enjoy greatly. She'd enjoy seeing Jeyne grovel before her, like a commoner, whilst she sung the rains of Castamere to her as she took her head to put on her mantel. Some people, like Stannis Baratheon, seemed to think she was a paranoid, mad woman, and they'd learn to call her Queen with respect as she took her place upon the Iron Throne, with Joffrey besides - him looking as marvellous as a King should look, with a Robert's crown resting upon his golden curls, and the respect of everyone bowing before her and his feet, as they entered the grand throne room with people throwing them flowers and popcorn kennels, as they made their way into the room that was completely and utterly there's, not Robert's in any way possible. In a way, all of her hopes and dreams rested on him...

"Oh shut your mouth woman, your not going to convince me to drop the bethronal between the two no matter how much you try." Robert blathered on like the fool he was to the obvious, to the great irritation of Cersei. She dropped the subject with a sigh, knowing that she wouldn't be able to win this subject with him regardless of what she tried to do. No, the only solution to this problem was Joffrey's ascension to the Throne with his queen being Jocelyn instead of the Queen of Thorns brat of a granddaughter, and Robert's subsequent demise... That way, that bloody prophecy made by Maggy the Frog would never come to pass. With her son ruling with a trueborn Baratheon as Queen and chieftess bed warmer of Joffrey, than she'd be able to die in peace - with no worries of no other Queen dethroning her off of her own rightful seat of power, no two red-coloured sheets containing her children, no Jeyne Arryn, no anything to hurt her personal safety and nor her children's health. Just her and her own security would ensured in this.

Jeyne Arryn,

"So, your father is dead, Robert." She stared at the small child, with a small, but sad smile on her face. She had been dreading talking to him about, given how old he is. He's only a six, and now a Lord Paramount. Now that she thought about, whom would lead the Vale now due to their Lord being but a mere small child? She would think; I could possibly be his Lady Regent, if Stannis lets me. They'd let her be his Lady Regent, she could be like Queen Sharra Arryn reborn, but the question is, if Stannis would let her go to the Vale and do this deed in her cousin's name.

"Yes.. I've heard." Robert snuggled against her, putting his face against her breasts. Jeyne couldn't help but blush and push the little boy off of her breasts. She wasn't his mother, even if he wanted her to be. "I would like it if you escorted me to the Vale, Jenny. That's what he called you, right?" He tilted his head ever so curiously. Ever since they took him in, he's gotten stronger, and more able, and according to Maester Cressen, more healthy as of late. She took that as a good sign. He was also slowly gaining weight - he use to be the weight of a doll, now he was about the weight of a three year old Davos. He also was getting stronger, not enough to sword fight, but enough to be able to take long walks around the Stormlands with them without being cared. The Maester was also busy making a cure for his shaking disease, which was allowing him to grow mentally as well as physically, a development that was well needed indeed. He was also reportedly growing more normal for his age, which was nice enough to see, given how small and skinny he use to be prior to his time here. Stannis also believed that someone should tutor him on being a proper Lord as well, given that he was the sole heir to the Eyre, and so Maester Cressen also tended to that as well.

She laughed, "Yes, he called me Jenny, because that's a nickname for Jeyne." She knew Jenny was a longer word than Jeyne itself, but she liked the nickname regardless. "As for me coming to the Vale with you, I'd love to." She smirked at the child. He was so genuine, such a sweetie, that she genuinely enjoyed his company. She found him to be very intelligent, when he wanted to be, considering he rightfully believed Harrold was after his position. She found Harrold to be the Arryn's version of Robert himself, which was to say a womanizer, and thus she found that she didn't really care for Harrold.

"I'd love it too... Because your so kind." He smiled at her. She hoped that she wasn't being overtly kind to him, no, he needed to be a little Lord, given his father's death. A little Lord had to learn to deal with people in an appropriate fashion, regardless of what he felt about it. It was his term to lead, not follow, as she firmly believed. "And you helped me deal with Davos and the others. It was so hard at the beginning of my stay here, to be weaned off of my mummy, that my shacking got practically unbearable." That was right, and that's why she was so very concerned about his health if he were to return to Lysa Arryn. She would undo everything that she and Stannis did for him, no doubt, considering she thought of them cruel to do what they did to him, even if it was for a good and worthy purpose, that would benefited his life in the long run.

"Ah.. I'm so sorry Robert, but I'm glad that Maester Cressen is working on a cure for your disease." He had been bed-ridden for several weeks in the first month of him being here, but he recovered soundly, to her relief. His skin was also clearer, given that it use to be blotchy in appearance due to the blood sucking leeches, but they were cleaning up more so now. Now, they did leach him still, due to his bad blood, but not as much as he use to be leached through, which led to a healthier looking complexation. His own bright blue eyes were more energetic filled too, she'd note to herself. She had hope that he'd live a longer and healthier lifestyle now, due to their inference in his so-far short life. He still played games, like a normal boy, but at least he was aware of the weaknesses he possessed.

He smiled at her, before hugging her once more.

Cersei Lannister

The new challenge for her boy's legitimacy was now the supposed new Hand of the King, Ned Stark, a friend of Robert's from his childhood in the Eyre. She pondered what to do about him, as she and her two boys went to Winterfell alongside Robert.

She vaguely pondered how well this meeting in Winterfell would go, considering Jon Arryn died before he grasped onto the secret of her two sons trueborn father. He had always been suspicious of her boys true father, and was even more puzzled when Myrcella was the only one with raven hair and blue eyes out of the pair of golden-haired love children. She suspected he knew, that he always knew that Joffrey was a product of her and Jaime's true love. But now, he was dead, killed because of god's know what reason, but whatever it was, she hoped that this Northerner wouldn't make the same mistake as Jon Arryn did.

Now, the game truly begun.